My Dad Married My Mom’s Sister Just Months After Her Funeral — At Their Wedding, My Brother Handed Me The Letter Mom Wrote Before She Died

The only promise I made was to show up.

For my father.

The wedding day arrived sooner than I expected.

The venue was full of people—family, friends, neighbors. Music played. Guests laughed and hugged my father and Victoria like this was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone seemed happy for them.

I forced myself to smile.

I shook my dad’s hand and told him I hoped he’d be happy.

Then I stepped away into the crowd.

I was trying to stay calm when I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder.

I turned around.

It was my younger brother.

He was late.